You like tits...

“Show me your tits.”

Eliza immediately began unbuttoning her blouse to reveal her modest B-cup breasts to her long-time friend. Tentatively, he reached out to touch them, but was swatted away. Eliza’s thousand-yard stare was still firmly affixed to her face, but some part of her was still there.

“You will let me touch you.”

“Yes master.”

Her hands fell to her sides. He reached out at her chest again and found no resistance as he gently cupped her warm breast in his hand.

“You’ll remember none of this when you wake up.”

“Yes master.”

Steven wasn’t sure how well that would work, but it was definitely worth hedging his bets. Eliza calling him master was definitely doing something for him. He felt the blood start to rush to his cock the more her soft voice assented to his commands. He looked down at the computer and scrolled back up, careful not to look into the swirling vortex that had apparently hypnotized his best friend. He wanted to see if there was a way to wake up his friend or to bring her back into this trance if needed.

He looked back at his friend, still standing, chest bared. He came back around behind her and began groping her breasts again. As he pinched her nipples he felt her start to shake. He knew she wasn’t attracted to men in any way, shape, or form, so the part of her that was still herself must be quaking in rage. But at the same time he felt her nipples start to get hard. He’d commanded her to let him touch her though, so there was nothing she could do. He felt his cock harden against her ass at the thought of being able to use the girl.

There was something intoxicating about taking her so fully, even if she didn’t think she liked it. He smiled at her rage. she’d teased him in high school, even if she didn’t mean to, and now was his time to take it out on her.

“Eliza, when you’re in this trance, you can’t say no to men.”

“Yes master” He thought he saw a tear forming in her eye, her pure rage bubbling over.

Steven’s hand trailed down Eliza’s stomach, enjoying her soft curves. He reached inside her jeans and found her clit. He began making slow, lazy circles, teasing her to arousal in spite of herself.

“Eliza, you’ll be honest with any man who speaks to you in this trance.”

“Yes master.”

“Do you like it when I touch you?”

“No sir.”

Steven dipped his fingers in Eliza’s juices and brought them to her lips. He pushed past the soft, kissable feature that begged to have a tongue plumbed between them and **** her to taste her own arousal. she grimaced as the undeniable flavor suffused her mouth.

“And yet you’re turned on, aren’t you Eliza?”

“Yes sir.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”